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As Dante was about to surrender himself to tentacles, having lost all his hearts, a hollar shocks and terrifies him.
"Hey! There he is! That little runt is off covorting with the tents! OMG!" Yelled the one voice.
Dante was keen to run almost instantly, but was kind of in a situation having allowed the the latter creatures inside of him.
"Hah! He's stuck, this'll make 'ar job nice and easy! Given into the tentacles," Snickered the one of two mohawked goon mice, blubbery and overweight, both of which reminded Dante unpleasantly of skin-heads.
"Wait! This isn't what it looks like!" Dante lied and the two villainous henchmen weren't having none of that.
"Not what it looks like? This is not some slitering tea party for the queen of England?"
"And we wasn't invited?!"
"No. O gawd me! I think! Mah gawd, Jenkins!" The other mouse exclaimed, "I think he's having an orgy!"
"Am not!" Dante lied further out of humiation, "I - I - fell in and got stuck. Just help me out, please!"
"Oh, you don't seem to be complaining much! And before we let you go I think our boss would like a word or few with you. That and, no more lies, either, you've got a woody so stiff I could sharpen mah blade set on it!"
"What?! No, don't!" Dante yelled. The two mice snickered for a moment, enjoying his horror, but ultimately not that evil, though they might tease him a bit more before it was all said and done.
"Ah you shouldn't worry too much, we're just going to bring you back and stick in you the shackles -- we gonna bring a few of your friends, too! I'm sure the boss'll be happy to join the two of you together in the stocks. Though - I think you'll have a much harder time getting out then they will, they look like they like going in and out of holes, and let's hope you enjoy that too, cause until you give our boss what he wants, you'll be giving them exactly what they want!"
Each of the mice snatched Dante by one arm and hoisted him in the air - he squeaked as the end of his penetrator slid out, a glob of tentagoo rolling down his back leg. Then he was brought to Castle Doomstein, where Abdul Alhazred did his crazed and lovecraftian experiments. Dante was quickly shackled to the stocks, he didn't know exactly what the mad man was after, which was soon quite clear to both of them, but what was also quite clear was that Dante was also a little too eager to please, and Abdul felt inclined to allow, a bit of sexy amusement from his experiments. Thus, for a great while longer, Dante hung, trapped and screwed silly again and again by the ever hungry tentacles! And they all lived happily ever after! Game Over.